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Hyah!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Don't try To understand 'em ♪

♪ Just rope, throw And brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be livin' High and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love Will be waitin' ♪

♪ Be waiting at the end Of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up Rawhide ♪

♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em in Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

Old-timers always say,

it doesn't storm like it used to.

But I'd argue with 'em.

When you're on a trail drive,

you get on intimate terms with the weather.

You're away from home maybe eight, nine months,

and you may not sleep under a roof the whole time.

Rain, sleet, snow, whatever it has to offer,

it's part of the job.

My job.

Gil Favor's the name. Trail boss.

Whoa, boy. Whoa.

I know they're getting nervous.

Let's just quiet 'em down.

Well, looks like we're in for it.

Maybe before dawn.

Yeah, well, it's been spoilin' for it for two days now.

Always a first time. They're plenty nervous.

You'd think they never seen lightning before.

Wouldn't take much. One good clap of thunder maybe.

Yeah, well, this herd's never run, neither.

Well, I guess we better call Mr. Favor.

Oh, no.

No use callin' him.

He always says himself,

one man who knows how can turn a herd

better than a whole crew.

Well, maybe.

Better tune up and start quieting 'em down, huh?

Yeah.

Hey Soos.

Señor.

You cinchin' up the night horses?

Sí. I thought, just in case.

Good. Hurry it up.

Gracias.

What do you think, Pete?

We've had this herd together for quite a while.

I think we can hold 'em.

I don't know.

They're fixin' to run. I can just feel it.

Yeah, I can too.

Just like you can smell it in the air.

Who knows.

Maybe they can smell something too.

Maybe that's why they run.

Watch what you're doing!

Mr. Favor,

you'd better take your hands off me.

All right, keep it quiet then.

We can't afford to have any unnecessary noise.

Herd's too spooky.

I'm doubling the night guard.

Light. Bill. Arnold.

Pete and myself will go out.

The rest of you stay alert.

Be ready to ride if I send back word.

Let's go.

What are you losing sleep for, boss?

I can handle this.

You just might be glad for some help later on.

You always say yourself,

one man can turn a running herd

better than a whole crew.

Nope.

I said one man who knows how.

Don't you think I know how?

You ever been in a big run?

Well, yeah...

Ah. You know I haven't.

Wait'll you try it.

Maybe tonight.

Now you just keep on singin' to 'em,

sweet and low,

just enough to let 'em know you're there.

Like a lullaby.

The scary thing about it is,

no tellin' what'll send 'em off.

A little sound you wouldn't even flinch at,

a smell you can't even smell,

a puff of wind.

And who knows what they see, or smell,

on the puff of wind?

They know, all right.

Who knows, Mr. Wishbone?

Will you shut your flat mouth and listen?

Sometimes it's only a clumsy critter bumpin' another,

or steppin' on his tail.

Anyhow, it's quick.

One jump to their feet,

the next one to hell.

That's what they say.

They say it right.

And take many a good man with them.

Now, did you ever know of anyone to get trampled in a stampede?

Sí, of course. Who?

Why, sure, everyone has.

I never have.

Shut up, flat mouth.

Name the name of the man that got trampled.

Well, I just can't rightly think right now,

but I'm sure I know'd one once.

Just tell me the man's name.

I never found no one who actually knew one.

Wishbone, them steers ain't gonna

stomp you when you're down,

they're goin' plumb around you.

If they can.

Sí, if they can.

Well, when they start to run,

I don't want to be anywheres near 'em,

on my feet.

Besides, other things can happen.

Your horse steps in a hole,

or goes over a bank in the dark.

Sometimes, it's the lightning.

That's killed many a good man.

Sí.

Anyway, when they run, it's bad.

And I got a feelin'...

Hey, look.

The Blue Fire!

The fire of St. Elmo on their horns.

You see what I see?

Just keep 'em circling. Don't let 'em break through.

Keep 'em calm.

Yeah, boss, but what is it?

Blue fire. St. Elmo's. It won't hurt 'em.

Do they know that?

They know what's coming.

You can smell the electric charge in the air.

What do you mean, lightning?

There ought to be a granddaddy bolt any time.

When it comes, keep your eye peeled for the leader.

Don't let him break through.

All right.

In my country they say

it is the spirits of the dead,

brought back as compañeros

by the devil.

Blue fire's bad in any country.

It means trouble.

Perhaps death.

For it is said that whenever they ride on the horns

like that, the Black Angel himself is near.

And if a stranger should come...

Here comes somebody.

It's the boss.

All right, every man mounted.

And no unnecessary noise.

Once you get in position,

ride it like an ordinary night herd,

slow and easy.

Listen!

Hold it with that noise out there.

Sure.

Did it on purpose.

Might not be healthy, coming into a strange camp too quiet.

Get lead poisoning that way.

You picked a bad time to come visitin'.

If you can ride herd, you can come out with us and help out.

Otherwise, you can stay here and keep the cook company.

Suit yourself. All right, let's go.

If a stranger should come...

You seen that old buckskin troublemaker around here?

Uh, somewhere over there.

Oh, yeah.

Something's happening. They're running. Look out.

Hyah!

Swing 'em in. Swing 'em in.

Ha! Swing 'em in!

Get back there! Ha!

That's good. Keep 'em milling.

Keep 'em circling there.

Hold 'em back. Hold 'em. Keep 'em circling.

That you up front?

Yeah. Like you said,

only takes one good man.

How'd you figure?

Well, I, uh... I had the troublemaker spotted,

and I took off after him when he did.

Turned him back into the herd and started milling. So...

Oh?

And, uh, how'd you spot the troublemaker?

Well, he was the first one on his feet.

He's a troublemaker, all right.

You're not as smart as I thought you was.

You should've cut him out of the herd right away.

Taken him downwind and cut his throat.

But outside of that, good work.

They quieted down some?

Oh, for now, with the storm passing and day breaking.

But it ain't over yet.

They'll be jumpy as long as this weather holds.

There's something about them clouds hangin' low,

and the heat, sultry-like.

It's depressing. For animals and men.

Yeah. It's the kind of weather old Tom Farnsworth

just up and took his gun,

shot hisself.

Nobody knowed why.

You bet. This kind of weather

brings trouble, there's no doubt of that.

Good work, boy.

You sure turned that troublemaker just in time,

or we'd had steers scattered all over the state of Texas.

Ah, it was just luck.

Well, when you're dealing with beeves, you need to be lucky.

Somebody call me?

Hardly think so,

since we don't rightly know what to call you.

Lucky Markley.

Course the "Lucky" is just a nickname, mostly because

I never had much myself.

You know what I mean?

No, we don't know what you mean.

Well, luck.

I always seem to bring it to folks.

Like I brung it to you,

and you got the running stopped.

I did that.

I picked out the lead steer and head him off.

That wasn't any luck.

Lucky Markley, eh? You travelin' alone?

Well, uh, I'm alone, but I'm not travelin'.

I'm bedded here.

Two or three days' ride from the nearest town.

Yeah, that's right.

Just campin', huh?

And you come ridin' into a strange camp before dawn?

Well, I come open.

Iron showin', spurs a-jingling.

What for?

Business. You the boss?

Gil Favor.

Glad to know you, Mr. Favor.

What's your business?

I, uh...

I seen your herd comin' yesterday.

Thought I'd ride over and catch you

before you got 'em out on the trail again this morning.

I got a small herd to sell.

Thought maybe you might wanna join 'em in with yours.

How many?

Oh, 30-some head.

I ain't counted 'em lately.

Where'd you get 'em?

Out of the brush.

Whose brush?

Mr. Favor, my loop's regulation size,

but my temper ain't.

Oh, tough, huh?

Maybe.

I guess I had to be.

My, uh...

My ma died when I was 7,

and my pa kicked me out when I was 12.

Said I'd been whelped,

said I'd have to shift for myself.

So that's what I've been doing ever since

and I guess maybe I ain't done too bad.

Ain't done bad maverickin'?

Yeah. Sometimes.

Like the last few weeks.

It's not a bad life in the summertime.

You're out in the open.

You can usually make a stake for the winter.

I thought I'd go to California.

On 30-odd head?

Well, I-I figured $10.

That'd be over 300.

Heh. Don't take much to get me there.

I've just been waiting for the sight

of a herd goin' north

and you're it.

Only one trouble with that.

'Fraid we can't use any scrub cattle.

Well, they're not that bad.

You pay 10, you get 20 with the rest of the herd

when you get 'em to Sedalia.

Where are they?

Oh, I got 'em in a little draw a few miles ahead.

Brush corralled.

Well, I'll take a look at 'em.

But don't expect too much.

We'll go down there after you finish breakfast.

Wanna count 'em?

No need for that.

I wouldn't have 'em in my herd for free.

Well, why not?

Well, for one thing, if a trail-end buyer

spotted one of those in the herd,

he'd knock down $5 on the price of everything.

Just the excuse he needs.

Well...

couldn't you hide 'em?

Hide 'em? Those scrawny, slab-sided, no-good scrub cows?

They're that bad, huh?

They're worse. Wild. Troublemakers.

I got enough troublemakers as it is.

Well, all right, just...

Let me go along with you, just to the next town.

You must've spent maybe two, three months hard work

roundin' up that bunch.

It's my hard luck.

All right. Let's have it.

Why are you so almighty anxious to get away from here?

Comanches.

They've been around almost a week.

Just a hunting party.

Maybe a couple of dozen.

But they're red-eyes,

all young and tough.

Give you trouble?

I didn't give 'em an opening.

And a lone man don't stand much of a chance against 'em.

And Comanches are real good at killin' slow.

They scare ya, huh?

Look, I don't scare easy, mister,

but I stayed alive this long

by knowin' when my hand was second best.

Two dozen, you say, huh? Pete?

They're not gonna give us any trouble, boss.

We got an even match for 'em. They don't like that.

One more hand wouldn't hurt, would it?

I can use this.

All right.

But just until we get to the next safe place.

Bueno. I'll get my gear.

What about this herd?

Oh, leave 'em be.

Turn 'em loose, they'd just give us trouble.

They get hungry, they break through.

Boss, you know what you're doin'?

Extra hand won't hurt now,

especially with the cattle about to run.

You don't know anything about him.

I know as much about him as I do a lot of the men.

I don't need to know anything more,

long as he does his job.

Aw, he seems all right to me.

Well, the men sure ain't gonna like it.

They're jumpy enough as it is.

What has got into everybody?

There's no devil out ridin' this range.

He's just an ordinary kid

who happened to ride in at the wrong time.

But he don't think of himself that way.

He thinks he brings luck.

Luck!

Rowdy said it: It ain't no luck,

it's knowin' how what'll get things done.

Yeah, I know.

But I just think he might bring us luck.

And all of it bad.

Hey, tell me something.

Are you really the devil, like Hey Soos says?

The Mex?

Yeah.

Is that why he's all the time crossin' himself?

Heh. The devil.

Well, that's not bad. That's important, anyway.

All right, I accept the honor.

I'll just have to try to live up to it.

Hey, there's one of our strays.

Uh-oh. Comanches.

What do we do? Run for it?

No, it's too late for that.

Let's just hope the rest of 'em ain't just over that hill.

What's he want?

The steer. He says it's his.

Oh, no, you don't.

What about that?

He had his way, didn't he?

What's he want now?

My horse, and that settles it.

Boy, you done it now. Come on.

We'd better tell Mr. Favor, fast. Let's go.

Hey, the swing riders are comin' in.

Like trouble is up.

Yeah, looks like it. Come on.

Mr. Favor,

there's a dead Comanche layin' out there.

How'd it happen?

Three of 'em stopped us. They wanted beef.

He plugged one of 'em right between the eyes.

You have to do that?

Well, he shot one of your beeves.

He wanted my horse.

I don't think they'll risk a fight.

You don't think so?

I guess maybe they'll be the ones to decide that.

Get on back movin' the beeves.

What are we gonna do now?

Nothin' to do.

Thanks to Mr. Lucky.

What about him?

Are you gonna let him stay around after that?

Harm's done.

Well, maybe not all of it.

He seems to be bad luck.

What do you want to do?

Send him out there alone, with the Comanches after him?

Well, no.

Course not. So let's forget it.

Get on back to beeves.

But what about the Comanches, then?

If they're coming, they'll come.

We got enough to worry about with this herd.

So let's get to it.

Boss,

I think we ought to put out an Indian guard.

Boy, trouble. She sure picks her times.

More storm comin'. Lightning.

Looks like more rain.

I'm afraid those beeves know it too.

I hate to keep harpin' on this, but what about the kid?

He said he hid from the Comanches for a week.

Why can't he do it again?

Pete, can't you understand that he is with us,

he is gonna stay?

Well, I can't understand why you're so all-fired set

on protecting him. He ain't your worry.

What are you tryin' to do, prove somethin'?

Maybe.

What do you think? You think they'll attack?

With Comanches, it's war. And we started it.

We? You mean Lucky.

Heh-heh. Lucky.

Did you notice

he no more'n rode into camp last night

when that big lightning struck,

and the herd started to run.

What's more, I could've sworn there was

a smell in the air.

Like brimstone.

That's right,

there was a smell in the air last night.

I can testify to that.

All right, let's stop the loafin',

we've got a long ways to go.

What's eatin' on him?

Now, Mr. Favor, I got a thing to say.

Well, for one thing,

ever since Lucky's been with this outfit,

Quince and Teddy've been at each other's throats.

Well, now you know it ain't like Quince

to be spoilin' for a fight.

And for another, Lucky's horse kicked Scarlet's

so hard in the shins, it can barely walk.

Now, I don't know what you're thinkin'

or why you're doin' this,

but I can tell you one thing:

Over this whole outfit, there's the smell of death.

Oh, Wishbone.

Hey Soos and his "Black Angel"?

No, I don't hold with that.

But there are people who carry the smell of death.

It follows them around. They bring it with them.

And that kind's bad trouble.

And this jasper calls himself Lucky's one of 'em.

You don't like the way things are goin'?

Well, anybody can make a mistake.

You figure I made a mistake?

Well, you're only human.

Well, I tell you one thing, Wishbone:

If I make a mistake,

at least it's gonna be my own mistake.

All right, but you watch my words:

Somebody's gonna die.

I just hope it ain't me!

Or you.

Hold the herd.

This looks like about the best bed ground for tonight.

Nah. Not enough room for 'em to spread out.

I don't want 'em buttin' and stepping on each other tonight.

No open country for a couple of miles.

Besides, I figured if the Comanches did hit us,

these cliffs might keep the herd from scatterin' so bad.

Once they start to go, nothing will keep 'em from scattering.

What I wanna do is keep 'em from stampeding at all.

We'll go on.

I'm not too sure about that.

What do you mean?

Take a look.

There they are, Mr. Favor.

The whole kit and caboodle.

And they're painted.

What do you think, Pete?

I think they're bluffing.

I don't think they'd dare attack us.

At least, not in daylight.

Keep your hands off your guns!

Just takin' his time,

tryin' to throw a scare into us.

He'll come in, talk shortly.

You don't talk Comanche, though, Pete.

No, but he'll speak sign.

All Indians understand it. We'll manage.

Spear in ground. Talk there.

He's a young buck.

Yeah, a bunch of young braves. That's bad.

Liable to do anything, huh?

They're out to prove themselves to be big warriors.

Well, let's get it over with.

Howdy.

Buenos días.

Habla en español?

Buenos días.

Guess that's all he knows.

English?

Says we killed his brother.

Now he wants the killer.

Says he'll cut him up some before he dies.

Tell him "no."

Says there'll be trouble if we don't.

We're used to trouble.

Says we'll all the get same,

unless he gets the killer.

He might find his hands full.

Says he's got many brave warriors.

We no wanna fight...

Yeah, here it comes...

We give him ten steers, some rifles,

sugar,

coffee,

tobacco.

You tell him to blow it up his elbow.

That's kind of a rough one in sign.

What's he sayin' to that?

He's tellin' me, in detail, how he's gonna cut us up.

I don't know where they get all them ideas.

You tell him they'll have to walk over us first.

And after they try that, there may not be

so many of 'em left.

Mr. Favor, what about them scrubs back in my corral.

He's welcome to them.

It's an idea.

He might think we're backin' down.

I don't think so. We tell him they're troublemakers

and we don't want 'em.

About how far back was that?

About two miles.

Says he'll look at 'em.

But he might come back.

And go hard for us.

He'll take 'em all right.

But that's not sayin' he won't be back to devil us.

They think we're scared.

You still wanna go on? It's almost dark.

If they come back and catch us strung out...

And that storm's comin' in fast.

We'll have to bed down here, like it or not.

I don't like anything about it.

We'll bed down here!

Boy, we really got it this time.

All at once, we got a storm, Comanches,

men fightin', men hurt,

a stampede...

Even a visit from the devil.

Watch out, señor, for that devil horse of Markley.

He'll kick at anything comes near.

Well, tie him apart from the others, then.

Oh, Hey Soos, I want fresh horses

ready for the men all night tonight.

Saddled and cinched up.

Sí, señor boss.

Are you worried about the Indians?

Maybe the stampede?

Or that devil that came with the...

Ah, if you worried about the food

as much as you do that shotgun,

we might all be better off.

What do you know about food? You ain't had any.

I'm not hungry.

You're too riled up to eat, you mean.

Or too blamed ornery, which?

Besides,

with redskins out there, I mean to be ready.

You'd better be too.

We got a guard out.

We'll be ready if they come.

Lightning's coming closer every minute.

All right, then. Relax a minute.

Well, it ain't here yet.

They're quiet now.

You better eat something. It's gonna be a long night.

Yeah.

Say, we started somethin' by shootin' that Comanche.

We? It was you shot him.

Well, you were with me.

Mind if I sit here?

I'm finished already.

Now, that wasn't very polite of you, Teddy,

refusin' to eat with your friend.

Listen, Quince, you been looking for a fight all day.

Well, you got it.

Why don't you and I have it out, right here and now?

Well, now, anything to oblige.

I told you two to stop your feudin'.

I don't want to have to tell you again.

We ain't got nothin' but time. We ain't goin' nowhere.

You're goin' someplace. Out on Indian guard.

You, you're goin' nighthawking.

The rest of you,

the next loud noise I hear,

the man who makes it can draw his pay and get out,

Comanches or no Comanches.

That goes for all of you.

Boss, no one's arguing with you.

You don't have to bite our heads off.

If I did somethin' wrong, I'd like to be told about it.

If I told you every time you did something wrong,

we'd still be in San Antone.

What's got into you, anyway?

We don't have to take that kind of talk.

What are you figurin' on takin'?

Take our pay and get out, that's what.

Mr. Favor,

this ain't like you at all.

Look, I got a herd out there.

We can lose 'em real easy,

without any help.

You ain't helpin' our chances by jumpin' down everyone's throat.

All right. All right.

You just do your job.

And yours is to be out on guard,

ain't it?

Yeah.

Maybe I was wrong about you, boss.

There are things more important than losin' a herd.

Oh?

So they say.

You got anything to add?

No, I got nothing to add. But I got it figured out.

Oh.

You're human after all.

What do you mean by that?

I mean you're scared.

That's enough, Pete.

Well, nobody's blamin' you for it.

Lord knows, you've got enough to make you jumpy.

Don't make me respect you any less.

Maybe even more.

Boss, a man don't want to work for some almighty

that can't make a mistake.

He wants to work for another man that can understand his feelings

because he's got 'em himself.

You're supposed to be nighthawking, ain't you?

Yeah. I'm goin'.

Soon as I get some grub.

Stubborn.

I think he poisoned it.

Mr. Favor,

I got somethin' to say.

Do you?

You don't need me.

Best help I could give you would be to leave.

You best leave me be the judge of that.

You been decent to me,

the first man who has in a long time.

That's why I'd sort of like to do something to help you.

Then stay tonight.

You can make up your mind in the morning.

Well, maybe it'd be better...

I'll need every hand I've got tonight.

All right, I'll stay.

Um, Mr. Favor,

I've been wonderin', maybe you wouldn't mind telling me,

why are you so friendly to me?

Long time back, a couple boys,

just about your age,

ran away from home.

Was gonna be big men.

They got a job punchin' cows.

One of 'em was you?

The other wa...

Ken Higgins. I almost forgot his real name.

He called himself "Lucky."

What happened to him?

He had bad luck.

Killed in a stampede.

I took a spill, he got off to help me.

I got back, he didn't.

Stampedes ain't your favorite pastime, are they?

Oh, there's...

There's things more important than losin' a herd.

They say.

Thanks, Hey Soos. It's going to be a wild night.

Sí, señor Pete.

Someone is going to die.

I feel it.

And it's all because of that señor devil.

Maybe not, Hey Soos.

♪ Why ain't you got sense ♪

♪ Lie down and sleep ♪

♪ You stupid, miserable ♪

♪ Ornery critters ♪

♪ Why ain't you got ♪

♪ Sense to sleep ♪

Mr. Favor, it's no use.

They just ain't gonna lie down.

That lightning's got 'em spooked.

It's gonna get a lot worse, real soon.

All you can do is keep ridin' easy,

singin' low to 'em.

That's all you can do.

Yes, sir.

♪ You lousy, brockled ♪

♪ Slab-sided, bullheaded Mosshorns... ♪

They sure smell that storm coming.

Guess we'll have that blue fire again, huh?

It's gonna be worse tonight.

They're already too jumpy.

Yeah, I know.

Say, Pete,

you ever been in a big run?

I mean a big one, real wild,

and no turning 'em back?

I've never been in one with this many head.

I was in one once.

Long time ago.

Yeah?

Would it make you feel any better if I told you...

You were right.

I am scared.

Well, in that case, we ought to both feel better.

'Cause I am too.

Well, what are you staring at?

Do you still think I'm the devil?

I think the devil is in you,

and that is the same thing.

Think what you like.

Why don't you go away before it is too late?

Well, now maybe that's none of your business.

I'll make it my business.

Defend yourself.

Hey Soos, I'll take over.

All right, mister. Now you fight me.

I'm more your size.

And besides,

I'm gonna enjoy it.

I got no quarrel with you,

or him either.

But I'm warnin' you, I can use this.

Yeah.

You go ahead.

Accomplish a lot.

You kill me,

start that herd runnin',

Mr. Favor'll come in and kill you.

You go ahead.

Try it.

Break it up.

Collins.

You know better than this.

If Mr. Favor saw you, he'd break your head in.

Rowdy, you takin' his part?

I'm not takin' anyone's part.

You get out where you belong, understand?

Hey Soos, get outta here.

Thanks.

I don't want none of your thanks.

Why are you doing around here, anyway?

You causin' trouble?

Get on that horse and get out of here.

I promised Mr. Favor I'd stay.

Yeah, well, I'll give him your regrets.

Look, Rowdy,

me and you are about of an age.

We could maybe be friends.

I'd like that.

I ain't had many friends.

Maybe because I never stayed long enough in one place.

Heh. Then I... I never found no place I wanted to stay.

You mean, you wanna stay around here?

With us?

I like it here.

Maybe trail herding's a place for me.

I like Mr. Favor.

You think maybe you and me could be friends?

Nah.

No, I doubt it.

You're probably bad luck like they say, anyway.

You wanna do Mr. Favor a good turn,

why don't you just get on your horse and go.

Uh, Lucky.

Whoa!

Whoa, cattle! Whoa!

Whoa!

Hold it. Whoa. Whoa, cattle. Whoa.

Whoa, cattle. Whoa.

All right, everybody up. On your feet.

Everybody in.

I want every man in the saddle.

Get out there and try to keep 'em from breaking through.

All right. Move out.

Oh, Hey Soos? Where's Lucky?

Collins?

All right, let's have it.

Where is he?

Um, boss, I sent him away.

You sent him away?

Well, he was causin' trouble.

Who are you to send him away?

Someone around here's got to do something

before this whole outfit fa...

Stampede!

Butt those saddles. They're headed this way.

Let's get out of here.

That way! Come on, you!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Mushy!

Watch out!

Herd 'em! Turn 'em in!

Ring-herd 'em!

Watch 'em there!

Watch 'em over that plain.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Over there, that way.

Head off the lead steer.

There's the leaders. We'll never catch 'em.

Hyah, cattle. Hyah!

Hey, boss, it's Lucky!

Look, he's turning 'em!

He's turnin' em! He's turnin' em!

Turn 'em back!

Keep 'em in there!

Turn 'em back!

Hey, where'd he go?

Never mind.

Keep 'em turning!

Get back there!

Look.

Yeah, that's got 'em!

Yeah, we lost a few head.

We can pick 'em up in the morning.

We held most of 'em.

Yeah. Thanks to Lucky.

Yeah, where is Lucky?

Rowdy. Over here.

Here's where he turned. There's the tracks.

Yeah, but Lucky didn't make it.

He dead?

Yeah.

I never thought he'd be the one to turn 'em

I kicked him out.

Well, I guess we all did.

Hey Soos, you were right about one thing.

Somebody died.

Sí, and he brought trouble.

Yeah, but he's the one who had the bad luck.

Maybe Hey Soos was closer to it than we thought.

What do you mean?

Looks like the horse broke his neck in the fall,

but didn't seem like Lucky's broken nothing.

Seems hardly scratched up at all.

Then, how'd he die?

There's bad burns on his neck.

You know, he...

He just must have been killed by...

By the lightning.

We saw him turn the herd.

There was no lightning after that.

I know.

You mean he...? He was struck before?

That'd mean the horse was ridden by a dead man.

Well, he was a well-trained cow pony.

Guess he could have done it by instinct, but...

I never came across anything like it before.

Neither did I.

I guess there's a lot of things we don't understand.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep rollin', rollin' Rollin' ♪

♪ Though the streams Are swollen ♪

♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Through rain and wind And weather ♪

♪ Hell-bent for leather ♪

♪ Wishin' my gal was By my side ♪

♪ All the things I'm missin' ♪

♪ Good vittles Love and kissin' ♪

♪ Are waiting at the end Of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up Rawhide ♪

♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪